Tuesday, October 24, 2006

BARE TREES

I like trees that are bare. . .Not because life seems to be goneNor because death seems to be lurking there . . .Each limb protruding in the sun.But in their nakedness their is beauty . . .Each bend, each curve, each crook can be seenEach little twig its own personality . . .In every direction the branches lean.There is nothing hidden by leaves. . .The little birds' nests stand out forlornDeserted for the warmth of the eaves . . .The humble abodes now open to the storm.Yes, I like trees when I can see . . . The secrets they can no longer hideThe scars of battle they could not flee. . .And now winter winds they bravely bide!

I get kinda depressed when I see the trees bare. But when they start icing up and shining brightly due to the sunlight--with prisms of rainbows---that's when I get happy again...until they start growing leaves in May.

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